the missing piece of her soul
Night in and night out, the waves were never at rest.
They push and they pull, locked in an eternal dance with the moon as their partner. The currents stirs, the beach sings, and all the stars gathered in attendance each night to watch, silent and shimmering, as mother nature ran its course. Every breath of wind is a sigh of delight, a whisper of encouragement to the water below.
It is a dance for the ages, for it seems tonight there is a special energy from within the waves, sparkling visibly in every current and rip curl. The ocean has a goal tonight, a secret to uncover, a certain desperation in the way it froths and dances and rages,
And from within the dark and dreary depths, something bright and shimmering begins to emerge.
It comes forth with a purpose, as if this night is the night it has been waiting for.
As if she is what the ocean has been waiting for.
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The stone has not been moved for ages, resting as it was at the bottom of the ocean. For years the watery halls were its home, a dark and quiet world of exile, but a home nonetheless.
Until one day the currents seem to shift - drawing the barnacle-crusted pearl out of the depths and into the light. Each wave is progress, little though it may be at once. But even small steps will eventually lead to one’s destination, so long as they don’t give up.
Bit by bit, inch by inch, wave by wave.
It will be a clear night when the stone finally washes up on the shores of Denocte, seaweed and barnacles and other deep-sea wonders clinging to its smooth surface. There’s something eerie about the way it will shine in the moonlight, as though the light seems to come from within the stone itself.
But it’s only a stone; it must be a trick of the light, a brilliant refraction upon its smoothed surface.
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The pull upon Isra’s heart will be strong, its whisper in her ear as loud and clear as if Caligo herself were standing there beside here: come to the waves, for there you will find what you are looking for. It’s an ancient and powerful magic that runs deeper than blood, unspoken and undiscovered but there all the same. Even if she tries to resist, the tug will become stronger and more insistent as time goes on.
It might even seem as if a part of her is missing, has been missing, as if all her life relies on going to the beach tonight.
She will arrive at the beach with perfect timing as prophecy has foretold, with mere moments to spare before the pearlescent stone washes upon the shore at her hooves. It stands out amongst the dark sands of the beach, despite the seaweed covering most of its surface. The parts of the stone that are visible are smooth and bright, pearlescent even despite the object’s size.
As Isra investigates the stone, something will simply feel right within her, as if this is the missing piece of herself that she has been looking for.
And the stone will respond to her touch, if she is brave enough to hold it. A ripple of energy, a shake coming from deep within, a spark of electricity transferring from the egg to the Sovereign. For it is an egg - a dragon egg at that, forgotten deep within the sea.
Even before the dragon hatches, Isra will know. It's her own story, after all.
They push and they pull, locked in an eternal dance with the moon as their partner. The currents stirs, the beach sings, and all the stars gathered in attendance each night to watch, silent and shimmering, as mother nature ran its course. Every breath of wind is a sigh of delight, a whisper of encouragement to the water below.
It is a dance for the ages, for it seems tonight there is a special energy from within the waves, sparkling visibly in every current and rip curl. The ocean has a goal tonight, a secret to uncover, a certain desperation in the way it froths and dances and rages,
And from within the dark and dreary depths, something bright and shimmering begins to emerge.
It comes forth with a purpose, as if this night is the night it has been waiting for.
As if she is what the ocean has been waiting for.
The stone has not been moved for ages, resting as it was at the bottom of the ocean. For years the watery halls were its home, a dark and quiet world of exile, but a home nonetheless.
Until one day the currents seem to shift - drawing the barnacle-crusted pearl out of the depths and into the light. Each wave is progress, little though it may be at once. But even small steps will eventually lead to one’s destination, so long as they don’t give up.
Bit by bit, inch by inch, wave by wave.
It will be a clear night when the stone finally washes up on the shores of Denocte, seaweed and barnacles and other deep-sea wonders clinging to its smooth surface. There’s something eerie about the way it will shine in the moonlight, as though the light seems to come from within the stone itself.
But it’s only a stone; it must be a trick of the light, a brilliant refraction upon its smoothed surface.
The pull upon Isra’s heart will be strong, its whisper in her ear as loud and clear as if Caligo herself were standing there beside here: come to the waves, for there you will find what you are looking for. It’s an ancient and powerful magic that runs deeper than blood, unspoken and undiscovered but there all the same. Even if she tries to resist, the tug will become stronger and more insistent as time goes on.
It might even seem as if a part of her is missing, has been missing, as if all her life relies on going to the beach tonight.
She will arrive at the beach with perfect timing as prophecy has foretold, with mere moments to spare before the pearlescent stone washes upon the shore at her hooves. It stands out amongst the dark sands of the beach, despite the seaweed covering most of its surface. The parts of the stone that are visible are smooth and bright, pearlescent even despite the object’s size.
As Isra investigates the stone, something will simply feel right within her, as if this is the missing piece of herself that she has been looking for.
And the stone will respond to her touch, if she is brave enough to hold it. A ripple of energy, a shake coming from deep within, a spark of electricity transferring from the egg to the Sovereign. For it is an egg - a dragon egg at that, forgotten deep within the sea.
Even before the dragon hatches, Isra will know. It's her own story, after all.
@Isra will be drawn to the beach by an internal connection to the stone, arriving just as it washes up on the shores of Denocte. There’s something inherently off about it, and when the Sovereign investigates it she will realize it is not a stone, but an egg washed up upon the ocean.
But what kind of creature is in the egg? Isra will have to wait for it to hatch to find out - but perhaps a part deep within her already knows.
Isra has met her Bonded.
(You can choose to have the egg hatch here on the beach, or Isra can take it home for it to hatch at a later date!)
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It was incredibly refreshing to work with a concrete idea on this, thank you so much
Enjoy! -sid
But what kind of creature is in the egg? Isra will have to wait for it to hatch to find out - but perhaps a part deep within her already knows.
Isra has met her Bonded.
(You can choose to have the egg hatch here on the beach, or Isra can take it home for it to hatch at a later date!)
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Enjoy! -sid
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